☼　decrepit hut。

@☼ sehun o。 “Magic beans,” He breathes, as though they’re a curse in itself. Sehun. Sehun. Tour Guide. Most popular. Sheila on his foot. Sehun. “I am, I.. I really am,” He mumbles, standing up a bit straighter, and shuffling towards the door, because his hut was unsafe or something. ( He doesn’t pay any mind to the wind that takes a few bits of his roof with him. He’d fix it later. ) “The owner, that is. Sehun, yes,” Taeyong clears his throat, and slips out of the hut beside Sehun, barely able to brush past him without touching. “I’m Taeyong, always Taeyong, I’m sorry about the tubes, really, truly.” He shuffles on the sand, fices his board shorts and untucks the jacket from the waistband. “No trespassing though, it’s okay; you’re allowed.” In so, so many ways.

@☼ taeyong l。 Sehun is caught off guard by the response, unsure of what he just heard. "Inner tubes-...what? No I-...can you just come out so I can see you? I don't want to trespass into this...hut." His tone was confused, yet as professional as he could surmount. The hut reeked of animal and looked as through it could fall apart by the tide getting just an inch too close. He peered into the entrance to the hut, seeing a strange man, holding a hog and a banana. The sight was perhaps the strangest he had seen in his entire life, but he couldn't deny the strange allure to the man. He had an acquired attractiveness that was unique, but beautiful all its own. "Hi...are you the owner of this place? My name is Sehun. I'm the most popular tour guide on the island."

@☼ sehun o。 He can hear the crunching of the sand, the shift of the breeze, he can hear the pounding of a heart— wait, that’s his— and he can s m e l l the other— no, that’s Sheila— in the midst of it all. Taeyong stares at the door, holding up a banana, and waiting for the infamous ( to him ) tour guide to enter. “...” He gulps, staring wide eyed at the beauty that would put even Snow White to shame. His face is grim, and his lips pulled into a terse, dare he say taut, line .... Until he speaks, and all fear drops from his face. “I don’t have inner tubes. Most of them are strung together, and I tossed them out into the sea about a week ago. They either popped, or you can pull the rope to try to get them back.” he explains with a deadpan expression, thinking that that is the only plausible reason that Sehun would ever step foot near his home. “ ... But hello.”

@☼ taeyong l。 Sehun found that being a tour guide for the island was both rewarding and absolutely draining. It filled his heart with joy to see the tourists amazed with the sights and facts that he had under his sleeve, but his routine got old after hearing it every day since he began working. He tried shaking things up sometimes, but it was useless if he did not have extensive knowledge of the places himself. Thus, he decided that he would finally snoop around that one scary looking hut that everyone asked him about. It was embarrassing that he never really had an adequate answer for them, but he was only human.
He had woken up this morning without any pending tours. Thus, he decided that today was the day to finally get the answers that everyone wanted. He threw on a pair of swimming trunks and a pair of flip flops and made his way out. It didn't take him long to come across the hut considering that he had been asked about so much that he knew exactly where it was. He warily approached it, taking careful steps to avoid alerting whatever might lie dormant inside. "Hello?..." He whispered, hoping that if it were a person inside that they would not attack him on sight.

@☼ sehun o。 The inside of his home is rather lively; a macaw squawking at him, sheila snorting away as she consumes the coconut meat he’d gotten her earlier, mixed with wheats, etc., “Hey!” He calls out to the macaw, watching as they try to take bits of the coconut from Sheila’s bowl. They squawk, and hop away on the pole, before flying up towards the top of the hut to hang from the strands there. Taeyong is left to stare, before he’s rolling his eyes at the odd nature of the bird, and heading out into the sun, onto the sand, listening to the waves like norm. Eyes squint, staring into the distance towards the opposite side of the beach, wonder striking his features as he sees a vision that doesn’t exist, his day dream a fantascape of possibilities that involve the safety of one particular tour guide. His sigh is soft, as his vision fades to nothing but the scenary befote him ... But he sees .. Something. Sees a someone. Is it, perhaps ..? No— He knows that physique, even from meters away. Sehun. “Sheeila!” He wheezes his yell, and runs back inside of his hut to grab his dog ( pig ), and try to make sense of this ludicrous dream.

chamomelo 24 seconds ago Reply All
plops down here.